Chapter 207: [Nightclub meets crazy dog]

Washington is close to Philadelphia. The Nets arrived in Philadelphia early in the game against the Wizards. It was less than ten o'clock in the evening when they checked into the hotel.
As soon as Wang Jun put his backpack down, he heard someone knocking the door.
After opening the door, Rodney smiled and asked, "Wang, have you brought casual clothes?"
"Bring it, what's the matter?"
"Change quickly and hang out together." Rodney urged.
"This time?"
"Of course, I didn't relax during the Chinese New Year... is your kid a young man? Hurry up, otherwise I will tell Jason that you will not give face, and will not pass you the next game!"
Rodney is joking, the veteran's face is still to be given, Kidd has a share in this matter, Wang Jun must go.
He immediately changed clothes and went to the hotel lobby, and found that most of the players were coming. The marginalist Armstrong and the quiet Korver all came to join in the fun.
The veteran Pike has a hard time, and the two elders Scala Bryan and Williams do not like the nightclub environment.
Seeing the starter missing one, Kidd asked, "What about Collins?"
Martin, who was responsible for calling Collins, spread his hands. "He said he was a little tired and wanted to stay in the room to watch a movie... The movie he ordered was actually "Infatuated with Hormones". Can the kind of mother-in-law movie be watched?"
"Regardless of him, let's go." Kidd waved his arm and spearheaded the party.
Philadelphia’s nightlife is rich in content. Lively restaurants, cocktail bars, performing arts halls and nightclubs, whether you want to dance all night or watch live performances, Philadelphia can satisfy your wishes.
A group of people entered a high-end nightclub called "Walnut" (Walnut Room), where celebrities gather, and famous DJs can't help but dance with music.
Kidd launched this event, mainly because the team recently played a record of 19 wins and 1 loss. Everyone's nerves are tense, and it is necessary to relax the mood properly, so that it is better to play.
Wang Jun entered the nightclub for the first time. Very different from what he imagined.
First of all, there is no place to see from the outside. There are not so many exaggerated lanterns, and the building is very ordinary.
Secondly, the internal environment. It is much quieter than the stadium.
Entered the door. The first is the security check, which is almost the same as before getting on the plane. All mobile phones and cameras are stored at the front desk. Each person pays a 10 yuan ticket. No entry is allowed under the age of 18.
After entering, I found three tables and everyone sat down.
At this time people are almost full, there is no good position, far away from the stage.
On the middle table. A plump blonde dancer is dancing slowly with soft music.
The guests are very quiet. Some are appreciating, some are talking softly, there is not even a whistle, it is not the erosive scene of Wang Jun's impression of capitalism and drunk gold fans.
The most popular program in nightclubs is striptease, which will not strip off until three o'clock.
Other players have seen the market. Only Wang Jun and Korver entered the club to know that they would have to be tipped to play here.
There are two ways to tip. One is to fold money into long bars. The dancer would pull the thong belt on her side, and don't just go above. Don't pull it yourself, let alone touch the other person's body, otherwise it would be a violation.
The second is to sprinkle money directly on the platform, which is more heroic. If you sprinkle more, you will get applause.
Wang Jun asked awkwardly: "Why didn't anyone tell me this in advance?"
"Please, you all have a gossip with Theron, your girlfriend is also a radio star, you are an idol of all of us, who can think of you so inferior?" Martin laughed.
Teammates are also happy.
Wang Jun has money, and the player's away subsidy brought hundreds of dollars in cash, but he didn't want to spend such things generously. He wanted to ask Korver to wait here together, not to go to the stripping stage, nor to find any solo performance.
Unexpectedly, Korver actually changed a hundred dollars at the moment when he asked, looking like a soldier preparing ammunition before going to the battlefield.
Everyone took turns to watch the tips for the striptease, and Korver did the same.
Rodney came back and smiled and said to Wang Jun: "You're going, it's too shameful not to tip again for such a long time."
"Okay, let me go."
Which is enjoyment is simply self-sacrifice.
Wang Jun participated in this activity purely for the sake of team consciousness.
He went to the stage, and the dancer came over in a few provocative poses. Wang Jun pinned the twenty dollars to her belt like he did the task.
He thought this was over and was about to step back, and suddenly heard a harsh voice.
"Are there any yellow-skinned monkeys coming to such places, are the Chinese people so stingy?"
I saw a black man about two meters walked forward, took a ten-dollar bill and threw it in front of the dancer, and the money fell on the table. On the ground, there were people cheering and applauding from a short distance.
Wang Jun does not understand the American culture, but this is a fault finding.
Wang Jun took a step forward, tit-for-tat, and said coldly: "You don't pay if you throw money to a bankruptcy and ask for food on your knees. But if you insult me, you will not insult the Chinese. You'd better apologize to me now."
The opponent provokes first, not to mention that there are so many people in his team, even if he will not flinch.
This guy is not small, but there is a "Dali Pill" in Wang Jun's warehouse that is useless. This guy dare to start, and he can't eat it and can't save him.
"Apology? Are you awake?" The black man looked at Wang Jun contemptuously as if he heard something funny.
The atmosphere was violent.
Kidd stepped forward and stopped in front of them, humming: "Big dog, do you want to bully our team's newcomers?"
"Glen, what happened?" On the other side, a small man with a ditch haircut came by.
His eyes are very large, flashing in the dim light, making people think he is a naive child.
Wang Jun recognized at a glance that this little one was the 76ers star, Allen Iverson. And the guy who is called the "big dog" is Glen Robinson, who is likely to play against him tomorrow.
Wang Jun was not familiar with this guy, but he didn't recognize it.
"It's okay, I just greeted the Chinese rookie."
"Say hello with racial discrimination and insult the Chinese? This is really new. With your in mind, it's no wonder that the 76ers have failed this year's record." Wang Jun refuted unkindly.
"Fuck, what do you yellow monkey say?" Robinson raised his tone.
Wang Jun didn't open his mouth, but looked at Iverson, as the so-called slapping dog had to look at the owner.
"Allen, look at the attitude of the mad dog in your family, you can guess who is right and who is wrong." Kidd also looked at Iverson, waiting for his statement.
Iverson is a typical black man coming out of a slum. Even if he is famous, he still behaves like a black man at the bottom. He is generous, raising a group of childhood playmates, knowing the underworld, and talking about brotherhood.
Robinson is not his brother, just joined the 76ers this season.
Iverson snorted and looked at Wang Jun seriously and said, "Wang, I apologize to you for him. This time he was wrong. Give me a face, just forget it."
"OK. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Kidd patted Wang Jun on the back. "Wang, you shake hands with Allen, it's not a big deal, don't be angry with the brain."
"Who said you have a brain disability?" Robinson got angry, but after looking at Iverson's bad eyesight, he could only move his mouth and dare not.
Wang Jun did what Kidd said. The veteran has rich experience, not only on the court, but also outside the court.
The bosses of the two parties will come forward and give each other a step down, otherwise it will not be good to end up, and it is not a good thing to come out of the news.
Iverson and Wang Jun shook hands vigorously, even if it was revealed.
Wang Jun felt angry and gave Robinson a cold glance.
Robinson stared back and didn't know how lucky he was. It was impossible for him to win. (To be continued~^~)
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